We can all laud, lament, wallow and sizzle in the nastiness, the rats, the rot, the deceitful selfish unfairness that humanity creates and fuels*. The glorious joys that warm our world are all too often contemptuously ignored in our familiar routine race to our daily desires.
Joy to the world, the breath we breathe, an amazing thing, gives us opportunity to be, to receive, and to give.
Two of my favourite ideas; one from Wallace Stevens “the interaction between things is what makes things fecund”, and from Ezra Bayda “What happens when we slow down and pay attention? Everything! Innumerable delights are right at hand.”
Occasionally I feel the need to sing. To breathe in the largest helping of the essence of life and exhale…
A friend (EL), reminded me recently; In our endeavours, we blossom and flourish, and wither and perish; but nought changeth the immortal, invisible, wise, inaccessible, blessed, glorious, ancient, almighty, victorious, great, unresting, unhasting, and silent as light … fountains of goodness and love.
The gut-grafting, heart-healing, womb-warming, brilliance is ever present, a clenched fist must be opened to receive it, a simple gift. Yet, so often our culture smothers life with needs, wants, synthetic pretence, and all manner of nonsense dressed up as beauty.
In praise of Goodness;
The enthusiasm of youth.
The companionship of friends.
The hope of rescue.
The promise of pregnancy.
The bounty of sharing.
The healing of laughter.
The surprise of ingenuity.
The colour of spring.
The warmth of soup.
The wisdom of the old.
The options of the alternative.
The wishes of the brave.
The power of honesty.
Always simple and never easy. But, good is good, sing and shout it. Celebrate, just a little.
*Don’t let the b.stewards of doom get you down.
Jules P Richards 